Callie Novels & Stories

Kate was increasingly becoming important to me as well. As I turn off down my Pack’s private road, I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. That call would have to wait until I arrived at the Pack. I couldn’t reach my phone easily when I was on my bike and wasn’t going to take the risk. As I arrive, I see I have three missed calls. What the hell is going on? Looking at the number, I see it is from Alpha Jackson. Odd for him to be calling at this time of night.

When I look at the caller Id, I nearly ignore the call, but something tells me to answer it. “Yes, Nikolai?” I say, hoping that he didn’t call me for bullshit again, but what he says next tears me into pieces. “Kai, Caterina has left! She’s gone!”

Jag stepped away and turned to the main doors just as Kal came up the steps at the front of the building, eyes sparkling like two spheres of amber. "Jag, Emma!" Kal smiled brightly at the pair and Camille felt her stomach twist in guilt. "Two of my favourite people are right here. How's it going?" "Fine. I just stopped by to make Emma aware that her dress fitting is tomorrow." Jag spoke up. "I have another conference call with our tribe elders to attend to. Have a lovely evening."

She instead started to ignore Callie. Callie came back to Manhattan after graduating from college and started working as a designer in her Father's Jewellery designing company. She was delighted that Katherine had finally left the city. She broke up with Felix right after moving to California and she tried dating other guys before finally giving up on dating. She made no more effort to date anyone one else except for Ashton who was oblivious to her desires. She thought Katherine was a cunning gold digger, sticking to Ashton for so long like a gum under a footwear. Ashton's friends often had get-togethers at his huge pent house a

" I said, as I was clenching my jaws. "Sure. What's his name?" He asked, waiting for me to reply. "Richard Anderson; Callie's father." ~!~ CALLIE I worked my ass off today. All men came claiming that "my leg is hurting", "My hand is hurt.", "My nose is bleeding", and a lot more. I knew there was nothing wrong with them because dude? I am the doctor here. Anyways, I decided to hang out with Ella and tell her everything that happened because I know she feels that I am distant a bit, and I don't like to hide anything from my best-friend, so I decided to go to Mateo and ask for his permission. What a life I have gotten myself into.

"Alright. I'll book your flight. You leave in three days, so start preparing." … After the call ended, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the room. My presence attracted everyone's attention. They began to exchange whispers among themselves. "Look. It's the guy chasing Selena. Isn't he obedient? He really can't stay away from her, can he?" "Mind your words! He's Selena's boyfriend! Do you know he's a genius?" "So what if he's a genius? At the end, he followed her to the community college and was at her beck and call the whole time. Does he have no dignity?"

This room now defines Callie. There’s not a single photo of Carrie left in the house. Not one. I never noticed before. Callie must have thrown them all out. I pace the room angrily, sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. My phone buzzes, making me pause. I fish it out. An unknown number is calling me and i press answer immediately, Callie’s mother’s sobbing voice comes through. “Hello?” She doesn't speak, only crying fills the line. Panic claws at me. “Hello? Is there a problem?”

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

Before I could process it, the phone buzzed again. I picked up. Nina's voice came through. "Who are you? Why do you have Liam's phone?" I blurted without thinking, "I'm a god. I can see the future." She didn't miss a beat. "I'm a materialist. I don't believe in gods or ghosts." I hesitated. Then she said, "But I'm curious. Let's hear your predictions. What do you know?" Maybe if I told her, I could stop it.

The urge to scream clawed at me, instead I reached for my phone. There was only one person I could call. The phone rang twice before Maya picked up. “Sussay,” her voice came through. “Are you alright?” “No, Maya,” I whispered, barely holding tears. “I’m anything but good. “Calm down, Sussay,” she said softly. “What's wrong?” “He was there… he was… he's the CEO.” “Who was where?” “The man from that night, Maya,” I said, calmer. “He was at my interview.”